the view from my precarious perch

Poemocracy and Audible Edible Poetry

Poems read by the author are the best, especially when the poet reads well, as Evan J Peterson does. You can hear him on his MySpace page, Audible Edible Poetry. Peterson has a great sense of humor, and does satire very well. Listen to his Garlic Poisoning, you’ll love it.

His blog is called Poemocracy, and has links to several online literary magazines where he has been published, including this gem on qarrtsiluni, clay.

Peterson describes his parents as hippies, which makes me laugh, as I think my son, who is 18, would probably say the same thing about me. I missed the true hippie generation, since I was a teen in the late seventies, but the atmosphere was all around us. We all wanted to live in a commune, but by the time we were old enough to do it, most had shut down due to lack of money or rampant hepatitis. Still, in Athens, GA we had events like the Wintersville Art Equinox Happening. Close enough to a commune-like environment, I suppose.

You so damn cool.
You so damn cool, ice don’t know what to do when you walk in the room.
You so damn cool, the polar bears all want to kiss your toes.
You so damn cool, Hot pulls her hat down over her eyes when she spots you.
You so damn cool.

Thank you from the bottom of my belly for that excellent write-up, and thanks to Collin for helping you find me.